Fierce passions discompose the mind

Verse 1

Fierce passions discompose the mind, As tempest vex the sea; But calm content and peace we find, When, Lord, we turn to thee.

Verse 2

In vain by reason and by rule, We try to bend the will; For none but in the Savior's school Can learn the heavenly skill.

Verse 3

Since at his feet my soul has sat, His gracious words to hear, Contented with my present state, I cast on him my care.

Verse 4

'Tis he appoints my daily lot, And will do all things well; Soon shall I leave this wretched spot, And rise with him to dwell.

Verse 5

In life his grace shall strength supply, Proportioned to my day; In death I still shall find him nigh, To bear my soul away.

Verse 6

Thus I, who once my wretched days In vain repinings spent; Taught in my Savior's school of grace, Have learned to be content.